I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 288 I Came to Teach Swordplay, Not Bedplay!

Chapter 288: Chapter 288 I Came to Teach Swordplay, Not Bedplay!

They were utterly shocked, their minds reeling as they struggled to process what they had just witnessed.

Many stood frozen in place, eyes wide and mouths slightly open, as if afraid that even blinking would shatter the moment.

Yet the reality remained firmly before them, clear and undeniable, refusing to change no matter how much they wished to question it.

Even the dean and the grand proctor could not resist seeking guidance from Lin Feng.

"Anyone is welcome to attend my class," Lin Feng said calmly, his voice steady yet carrying effortlessly across the crowd.

"All you need to do is fill out the form and pay the necessary dues, and you may join us tomorrow. However, since there are already too many of us, we will have to hold the class out here in the open. A bit of sunlight is not a bad thing anyway."

His tone was casual, almost indifferent, as if he were not addressing a crowd that had grown to an overwhelming size.

To him, it seemed like nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

The crowd, however, did not share his composure.

The moment his words settled, excitement surged like a rising tide.

Many clenched their fists in determination, while others hurriedly pushed forward, afraid of missing their chance.

The thought of learning under Lin Feng had already ignited a burning desire within them, and now that the opportunity had been confirmed, that desire only intensified.

"Do not worry, Mentor Lin Feng," the dean stepped forward and declared, his voice firm and filled with resolve. "I will see to it that a new classroom is built as soon as possible. I will personally ensure it."

His promise was immediate, almost eager, as though he had been waiting for this very moment.

In truth, he and the grand proctor had already discussed the matter in private a few hours earlier.

They were only human, after all, with their own ambitions, desires, and quiet obsessions.

Despite their positions, neither of them stood at the peak of cultivation.

The grand proctor remained in the Qi Condensation Realm, while the dean had only reached the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Compared to true experts, they were still far from powerful.

And now, an unprecedented opportunity had appeared before them.

To be able to associate themselves with Lin Feng, to learn from him, and perhaps even gain his favor... such a chance was something countless cultivators would dream of.

It was not something to be hesitated over or foolishly cast aside.

They saw nothing wrong with seizing what fate had placed directly in their hands.

On the contrary, turning away from it would be the greatest mistake they could ever make. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

In just a few short hours, news of what had transpired at Spirit Spring Academy spread like wildfire throughout the entirety of Clear Moon City.

From bustling marketplaces to quiet tea houses, from crowded streets to noble estates, the same topic dominated every conversation.

No matter where one went, the name Lin Feng could be heard echoing again and again.

Naturally, with each retelling, the story grew more exaggerated, more fantastical, until it began to resemble something out of legend rather than reality.

"I saw it with my own eyes," one man declared loudly, his face flushed with excitement as he slammed his cup onto the table. "Young Master Lin Feng simply stood there, not even lifting a finger, and yet people began breaking through one after another as if it were the most natural thing in the world."

"You call that impressive?" another scoffed, leaning forward conspiratorially. "I heard that someone who had never cultivated a single day in their life directly stepped into the Foundation Establishment Realm on the spot!"

A third person could not help but interrupt, his voice trembling slightly as if even he struggled to believe his own words.

"That is still nothing. Mentor Lin Feng turned a complete waste, someone with no spirit roots and no cultivation bones, into a cultivator with just a single glance. A single glance! Tell me, have you ever heard of such a thing?"

The table fell silent for a brief moment before someone finally spoke again, his tone filled with awe.

"I am telling you, Young Master Lin Feng is simply beyond comprehension. There is nothing he cannot do."

Similar conversations echoed throughout the city, each more intense than the last.

Some spoke with admiration, others with disbelief, and a few with barely concealed greed.

But regardless of their intentions, all of them were drawn to the same conclusion.

Lin Feng was an opportunity that could not be missed.

"Hey, where are you going?!" someone shouted as a man suddenly pushed through the crowd and rushed off in a hurry, nearly knocking over a vendor’s stall.

"I’m going to enroll in Lin Feng’s class!" the man yelled back without even slowing down. "If I’m late, there might not be any spots left!"

The moment those words were spoken, it was as if a spark had been thrown into dry grass.

More and more people began to move, some running, others dragging along their children or calling for their servants.

Clans quickly sent out orders, summoning their younger generation and instructing them to head for Spirit Spring Academy at once.

Even those who had initially doubted the rumors found themselves unable to sit still any longer.

What if it was true?

What if even a fraction of it was true?

That single thought was enough to drive countless people into action.

Carriages rolled through the streets at high speed, their wheels clattering loudly against the stone roads.

Messengers sprinted back and forth, delivering urgent instructions.

Parents urged their children to prepare immediately, their expressions filled with rare seriousness.

The entire city seemed to have fallen into a state of controlled chaos, all because of one man.

And at the center of it all was Lin Feng.

What had begun as a single event within the academy had now spiraled into a full-blown frenzy, sweeping across Clear Moon City like an unstoppable tide.

While the entire city was in an uproar over Lin Feng, one person remained completely calm, quietly listening to the countless rumors spreading through the crowd.

What was most astonishing was that no one seemed to notice her presence at all, as if she had been invisible the entire time.

"Young Master Lin Feng?" the woman murmured softly. "Is that the same man Elder Tang Aining left the sect for?"